I Just Flew In From Texas and Boy Is My Liver Tired

Just joshing! Beverage intake was actually rather mild thanks to the watchful eye of Tammi Jo and our two urchins. As mentioned previously we were in Austin for our annual pilgrimage to  the Lonestar Rod & Custom Round Up hosted by the fine fellows of the Kontinentals Car Club.

Thursday 4/3

First things first: After checking in to our deluxe motor court lodgings we made tracks to Chuy's on Barton Creek for some sacramental Tex-Mex. Elvis Platter for me, blue corn chicken enchiladas for the rest. Chuy's is remembered by many as the site of the Bush Twins' underage drinking bust, so I take the occasion to remind my kids of the importance of having a good fake ID.

From there, a quick jaunt down South Congress for hot rod gawking in front of the venerable Continental Club, Ground Zero for the Austin music scene. On the sidewalk in front of the San Jose Motel, ran into old Canadian pal Jeff Norwell who was chewing the fat with Juan Espinoza of Deadend Magazine and car painting/pinstriping legend Rod Powell.  The streets are packed with killer rods and customs, so we have a good chuckle when a parade of beeping VWs streams by, flying the Jolly Roger. It reminds me of the mimes-versus-rodeo clowns showdown scene from Shakes the Clown. Across the street we run into Bolus co-blogger Scott Noteboom and Alex Gambino, whose caravan has just arrived after an 1800 mile roadtrip from San Jose.

After renewing numerous old acquaintances, took the kiddies back to the motor lodge for shut-eye, then headed back to the Continental Club to catch the massively entertaining midnight show of Southern Culture on the Skids. Called it a night at 2am. More fun tomorrow!